You decide to just ride the show out to the end and see how it goes. You return your attention to Wren, unbuttoning your jeans and inserting your hand. Almost simultaneously, Wren does the same. As you finger yourself a little bit, so does she. You bring a hand up to you breast and squeeze, and she does the same.
She then continues stripping. Sliding her pants down, you can see that she’s wearing normal cotton panties, like you, and they’re very damp, which forces you to wonder what’s going on in her mind as this is all going on. She wastes no time in removing her underwear and is finally left completely naked.
Once again you can see the little triangle of hair above the neatly shaven lips… Immediately an idea occurs to you. You let her continue her little lap dance a for a while, enjoying the feeling of control over your hated rival, but also enjoying having this incredibly sexual creature in your lap, regardless of who she is.
“Mr. Book, if I may, could you please ask Wren to sit, straddling my lap, facing away from me. Please also make sure that she feels everything and responds naturally, but absolutely forbid her from moving.” You ask very politely, quite sure now that Mr. Book is one guy you want to be nice to.
“An excellent notion, Danielle, young lady, would you kindly?” Mr. Book requests.
With the same placid look on her face, Wren does as commanded. She sits in your lap with her legs on either side of yours. You then spread your legs, which spreads hers even further and lifts her feet off the ground. You then reach around and start rubbing her slits with two fingers. With your other hands you start massaging her breasts and toying with her nipples. Immediately, Wren starts breathing heavily and moaning, which surprises you until you realize that you asked her to respond normally. Quickly, you feel juices flowing from inside her and you wet your hand and start flicking her clit gently. You continue doing this for about four or five minutes, and with each passing minute her breathing and moaning is growing more desperate. At the end of five minutes, she is starts to shake, and which each breath comes convulsively.
Just as she is about to have her orgasm, you push her off your lap.
“Mr. Book, please tell Wren, that she will be unable to have her orgasm until she has…
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